Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.